I slept better in the ski cabin than I do at home. Even though I was in a bed that was too large for the sheets I brought, kind of cold, and didn’t have the familiar sound of my ceiling fan. I realized this was because I had so much less on my mind. Nothing stressful, nothing worrisome. Just thoughts of snow and adventure. The voices of the guys downstairs as they talked softly to one another, trying to stay quiet and not wake the others, was relaxing to me. I couldn’t understand exactly what they were discussing, but just their voices seemed to calm me and help me drift off. Odd how that works. I actually miss that. Weird.